Virtual Trick-or-Treating
Oct. 31st, 2017 07:42 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rsadelleHappy Halloween! Welcome to the ninth annual edition of virtual trick-or-treating.
Knock or ring the bell by leaving me a comment, and I'll reply with a treat of some sort. It might be a fic snippet, a picture, a song, or something else I come up with in the moment. My intention is to post all treats before I go to bed on Halloween. Lurkers and anonymous trick-or-treaters are welcome! (But if you're posting anonymously or with an LJ account that is completely friends-locked and you want a treat specific to your interests, let me know something about why you know me.)
(Not my actual door. Photo by Flickr user Emma-O Productions, used under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-NoDerivs 2.0 Generic license.)
Knock or ring the bell by leaving me a comment, and I'll reply with a treat of some sort. It might be a fic snippet, a picture, a song, or something else I come up with in the moment. My intention is to post all treats before I go to bed on Halloween. Lurkers and anonymous trick-or-treaters are welcome! (But if you're posting anonymously or with an LJ account that is completely friends-locked and you want a treat specific to your interests, let me know something about why you know me.)
(Not my actual door. Photo by Flickr user Emma-O Productions, used under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-NoDerivs 2.0 Generic license.)
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Date: 2017-10-31 03:21 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2017-11-01 01:38 am (UTC)The first time Ray tries to hold Brad down in bed, Brad laughs and flips them over. Ray flips them right back, slides down, and gives Brad an exquisitely sloppy blowjob that makes him forget all about it.
The second time Ray tries to hold Brad down in bed, Brad says, "What the fuck?" and flips them over, then flips Ray over and pounds him into the mattress until they're both wrung-out and limp.
The third time Ray tries to hold Brad down in bed, Brad says, "What the fuck?" and actually waits for an answer.
"Jesus Christ, Brad, I know NCOs think they run the world, but you don't actually run the whole goddamned world. Would you just fucking let me do what I want?"
Brad raises an eyebrow and ostentatiously lays back to let Ray do whatever he wants.
What Ray wants is to hold Brad down and kiss him for what feels like hours, until Brad's head is fuzzy and the whole room, the whole world has narrowed down to the feel of Ray's lips on his, Ray's hands on his wrists, Ray's body blanketing his.
Ray says, "Keep them there," and Brad keeps his hands in place while Ray opens him up, and then Ray's back, holding him down and fucking him syrupy slow and so good that when Brad comes, it feels like it goes on forever.
It takes longer than he thinks it should before Brad can string a coherent thought together again. "Is that what you want in bed?"
Ray shrugs. "Yeah. I mean, not all the time. If you never fuck me through the mattress again I might actually cry. But, yeah, yeah, sometimes."
Brad nods, accepts that into the box of things he knows about Ray, into the parameters of their relationship. "Okay."
(Ray buys rope later. Brad doesn't like the rope as much as he likes Ray's hands on him, but when he ties Ray up, Ray comes like a freight train and begs for more, so it wasn't such a bad investment after all.)
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Date: 2017-11-02 01:00 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2017-11-02 03:07 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2017-10-31 04:21 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2017-11-01 01:39 am (UTC)The door swung open. "Brad?"
"I see your powers of observation are as sharp as ever," Brad says.
"Fuck you," Ray says. "What the fuck?"
Brad hefted his bag. "Can I come in, or are we going to have this entire scintillating conversation on the porch?"
"Fuck you, yeah you can come in. You want something to drink?" Ray led the way to the kitchen without waiting for Brad to answer. "I repeat, what the fuck? I emailed you recently. I talked to you on the phone yesterday. You never said you were coming to visit." Ray narrowed his eyes. "Why did you come to visit? You've never been here before."
Brad raised an eyebrow. "Why am I here? You really are a dumbfuck. You can't think of one reason I might be here? One piece of news that might have brought me here? I know no one in this fucking hick-infested state watches CNN, but surely even Fox is covering this."
"Come on, Bradley, you know that Fox is too intellectual for the great state of Missouri."
Brad continued to look at him with the raised eyebrow.
Ray look confused, and then understanding dawned and a smile spread across his face. "Brad," he said. "Bradley. Do you mean to tell me that the moment, the very moment the fucking DADT repeal went into effect you put in for leave at the first possible opportunity?"
Brad walked Ray backwards, until Ray was up against the kitchen counter. Brad leaned in, hands on the counter on either side of Ray.
Ray grinned up at him. "Is this a fucking grand gesture? Did you hear about the repeal and think, 'I know, I'm going to act like a guy in a romantic comedy'? You really are fucking gay."
"Ray," Brad said, with a smile on his face, "shut the fuck up."
"Brad, I will do no such thing."
He did, though, when Brad finally kissed him.
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Date: 2017-11-01 05:52 am (UTC)thank you so much for my treat
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Date: 2017-11-02 03:08 am (UTC)